#Alpha Draco Malfoy

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Scent

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader. Heavy a/b/o, a/b/o AU, scenting, making out, sexual themes, no explicit sex, possessiveness, light alpha tone, jealousy. This is probably not a SUPER healthy, perfect relationship lmao. draco gets jealous and protective, so be warned. dont come crying to me when u find his behavior toxic, for the love of god.

a/n: I’m kinda vague about the workings of all this but basically until they permanently claim them alphas “claim” the omegas they’re in a relationship with by scenting them, which biologically deters other alphas from making moves on them. So reader and draco aren’t bonded, but they’re dating.

a/n 2: this kinda came out weird and idk how much i like it but! oh well! also the ending is hella abrupt ajshs i just wanted to write possessive and jealous alpha draco but no real plot or resolution oops. aaaand it’s hella cheesy. im a basic bitch what can i say

Your pace is quick as you make your way through the halls towards the Slytherin common room, cheeks still flushed from your interaction in the library and instincts screaming at you to go find your alpha.

I thought I’d smelled enough like him, you find yourself thinking, remembering Draco’s lips and tongue on your neck, sucking and licking your scent gland just the night prior. How could Roger Davies so unabashedly flirt with me again?

The alpha had been doing it for the past week- sitting beside you as you studied, talking a bit too familiarly and being a bit too touchy. He clearly paid no regard to your widely known and clearly exclusive relationship. His instincts, however, he shouldn’t be able to ignore. The claiming scent of an alpha on you should be enough to deter him. That’s why you’d taken care to guide Draco’s mouth to your gland during your nightly shag, ensuring you’d reek of him the next day and figuring no other alpha would dare come near you. But it hadn’t worked. Davies flirted with you just as shamelessly as before, despite your efforts.

Draco scenting me every night must not be enough, you supposed. By the time I get to the library after classes it must wear off. You worried your lower lip as you walked, considering this, and came to a rather simple conclusion. I’ll just have to have him do it more.

When you step into the Slytherin common room your eyes immediately seek out, and quickly find- thanks to the complete vacancy of the area- the blond in question. He’s sitting on the couch, hand cradling his jaw and elbow leaning on the armrest as he stares down at the book he’s been reading for the past week. You rush over to him, and as soon as Draco picks up on your smell he’s looking up with a gentle smile that’s reserved just for you.

“Hey there, love. You’re done studying early, I expected that astronomy test to have you in the library for hou-” he trails off when after sliding right into his lap you start kissing his broad neck. Your mouth moves against his skin eagerly, head swimming with his familiar and comforting scent- the scent of your alpha- and you tangle your fingers tightly in his jumper. You feel him melt into it at first, a low rumble emanating from his chest as pleasure blooms beneath your skilled lips, but then he’s taking in a sharp breath and bringing a hand up to your jaw to coax you away.

“Damn, Y/n, miss me much?” He taunts, smirking, but as he takes in your needy eyes and desperate expression his grin falters. You try to calm your features; he can always tell when something’s off with you, and you’re hoping to avoid worrying him.

“Is everything okay?” 

You must have done a poor job of masking your emotions. “I’m fine- I just- I need you.” You make your voice a whimper, sticking out your lower lip and exaggerating your pleading gaze. If I can’t hide my desperation, maybe I can at least play it off as omega neediness. Draco studies you for a moment, but eventually his smirk returns in full swing.

“Yeah? You’re a needy little omega, hm?” Bingo. “Come here, princess.” He’s leading your face back towards him, and you crane your neck, silently begging him to run his tongue along your gland. “I’ll take care of you.”

He follows your cue and brings his mouth down, latching right onto your gland and suckling firmly. You let out a shaky moan at the feeling, his lips and tongue like heaven against the sensitive skin. Your hands travel along the expanse of his shoulders and chest, desperate for contact, feeling his toned muscles under his shirt. He grazes his teeth over the tender spot and your nails dig into him as the action has you seeing stars.

“What a good omega,” he murmurs lowly against your skin, tongue darting out to lap incessantly at you, covering you in his scent just as you’d wanted. “My good girl.”

As always, things start with scenting and snogging then quickly escalate into Draco hoisting you up and stumbling up the stairs to his dorm for a shag, lips never disconnecting from yours all the while.

The rest of the evening passes as normal- you go down to the great hall for dinner and then part ways to sleep in your respective dorms. Draco’s scent is a heady, prominent presence all around you, so strong and recognizable that it can be picked up on from feet away. It’s hardly faded at all by the time breakfast rolls around and you sit yourself at the Slytherin table beside him, but you can feel a pair of eyes from the Ravenclaw table trained on you regardless. You’re hit with a wave of unease at the presence of Davies’ insistent gaze, surprised that Draco’s scent isn’t potent enough to be off-putting. I guess it wears off through the night, you rationalize.

“Draco,” you murmur, looking up at the alpha desperately and tugging at the material of his sleeve. You pout when he puts up his finger in a silent “one minute”, not even glancing at you as he listens to whatever Blaise is talking about from across the table. “Alpha,” your voice is a whine now as you pull at his shirt again, and at the neediness of your tone and the use of the title Draco’s eyes are quickly on you.

“What is it, princess?” He asks, brow raised in question. You swallow, fixing him with your best pleading look.

“Need your help,” you lower your voice, “privately.” Despite your attempt at a whisper you hear quiet snickers from Blaise and Theo, and Draco’s lips quirk up in a smirk.

“You can wait, baby, I’m not done eating yet.” He dismisses you with a shake of his head, scooping another bite of eggs into his mouth. You huff, rolling your eyes.

“‘S not just that, Draco. I need you to scent me.” You explain, glancing at the two boys across the table as they blatantly eavesdrop on your hushed words and seeing their brows furrow in confusion. When you look back at Draco, you see he’s wearing a matching expression.

“Scent you? Y/n, I scented you just last night, you’re fine.”

“You reek of him, actually.” Theo supplies, making Blaise exhale a huffed laugh. You shoot the alphas a quick scowl before looking back at Draco.

“Please, Dray.” You give him your best puppy dog eyes. You know it does the trick when a flicker of sympathy passes through his irises.

“Fine. Come on, we’ve gotta get it done before class.” Draco concedes, standing up. You quickly follow his lead, a grin forming on your lips as you step away from the table.

“You’ve turned soft, mate!” Blaise calls after you as Draco takes your hand and leads you off. Draco just throws up a middle finger, not bothering to look back at him.

“So what prompted this, hm?” He asks as you make your way to the Slytherin common room, sure to be empty with everyone eating in the great hall. You can hear the hints of a smirk in his tone. “Just feeling needy for your alpha?” With his hand in yours he’s able to sweep his long pinky over the gland on your wrist, making your stomach flip.

“Mhm…” You murmur, somewhat absentmindedly. You’re internally going over your schedule, thinking about the next class you have with Davies and whether Draco’s scent will last you until then. You realize you forgot to sell it when you meet the alpha’s gaze and his brows are furrowed in confusion. You blink at him once before adding, in a whine, “need you, alpha.”

Draco only scoffs.

“Nice try, princess.” All confusion has left his features as they harden into a look of suspicion. You both step into the common room, and he stops, turning to face you fully. “Really, what’s this about?”

“Told you, Draco. I need you.” You cringe a bit at your meek tone- you don’t sound convincing even to yourself, so it’s no surprise when the alpha meets you with a raised brow.

“Is something wrong? Why would you need me to-“ his face darkens, and your breath hitches at the way his voice drops to a dangerous growl. “Is someone bothering you?”

You drop your gaze. “N-no- well not really bothering-”

“Don’t lie to me.” He grasps your chin and tilts your face up so you meet his icy blue eyes. At the use of his alpha tone, words immediately pour from your mouth.

“Roger Davies has been coming up to me in the library so we can study together, and at first he was fine, but then he started saying these little things and touching my hand or knee, and I don’t understand how because I should smell like you, but I don’t think it’s been strong enough.” You take a breath once you finish, your eyes flitting between Draco’s fiery ones.

“That fucking bastard.” His voice is a seething growl that makes you shiver, both from nerves and arousal. His nostrils are flaring, his expression is nothing short of irate, and his right hand flexes in and out of a fist at his side.

You’re taken by surprise when he grabs you around your waist and pulls you into his body, a small yelp escaping you. He leans down and in seconds his mouth is on you- sucking at your neck, licking over your scent gland, nipping at the skin. You let out a trembling moan, your eyes falling shut at the erotic sensation. Draco’s grip on your hips is bruising, as if he’s scared that if it’s not his hands on you it’ll be someone else’s.

“You’re mine.” He rumbles against your skin, his tone reverberating through you. He pulls away, and your whine of loss dies in your throat when he picks up each of your wrists. He licks over the gland of one, maintaining piercing eye contact that has your heart pounding in your chest. “Mine.” He moves to the other, sucking on the sensitive flesh, making your knees threaten to buckle. “Mine.”

“Yours, Draco.” You gasp out, head swimming, cloudy with neediness. You whine pathetically when he drops your wrists, and he grasps the back of your head to pull you so he can smear a quick kiss to your hairline.

“You go to class, love.” He’s gentler now, though that dark undercurrent is still present in his voice.

“Wh-where are you going?” You know the answer by his stiff posture and determined steps towards the door, but you still utter the shaky question.

“I think Davies needs a reminder who you belong to.”

[wonderwomanfantasy]

Alpha Draco

Love, some Alpha content 

Alpha! Draco x Omega! Reader

word count: 1,000 (about)

warnings: none really, a tad bit of angst, swearing

Summary: Draco is an Alpha, who needed an omega, and it looks like he found the perfect one.

The Malfoys were a proud prestigious family, and it was Draco’s job to continue that family line by finding himself a perfect omega. An Omega who was sweet,  beautiful, kind, intelligent, a Hufflepuff. Draco would never admit to having a crush on you, even if it was obvious to everyone who knew him. Draco really did think you were perfect, except for the fact you had a boyfriend. He was a sleazy Beta and Draco had no idea what you saw in him.

Draco also had no idea how to talk to you. every time he caught a whiff of your sweet scent he became utterly tongue-tied. He tried his best, but you never seemed impressed with his perfect marks, or game-winning quidditch play. it was infuriating. 

Often he found himself mocking you. (or at least mocking Hufflepuff’s rubbish quidditch team)  Just to have an excuse to talk to you. Then your sniveling boyfriend would come to your side and meekly tell Draco to leave you alone. All Draco had to do was bare his teeth before the weak beta to run away with his tail in between his legs. Draco didn’t like to be mean to you but it seemed to be the only way. 

The best day of his life was when that bastard left you. Draco found you crying by the black lake your face bared in your hands. He acted on instinct, immediately he flew to your side to comfort you. The scent of a distressed Omega was too much for his alpha.  

“What do you think you’re doing?” you snapped recoiling from his touch.

“I’m an Alpha, let me take care of you,” he snapped. Draco opened his arms, you hesitated for a moment thinking this was some sort of joke but when you leaned into his chest, his arms wrapped around you comfortingly.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” He crooned softly, his fingers softly ran up and down your back. Draco had never felt the compulsive need to protect like he did now like he would die if he couldn’t protect you. 

“I got dumped,” you sobbed. “I know it’s silly but it really hurts you know?” you said whipping your face. 

“why would that Git ever leave you?” he muttered not realizing that he had said it out loud 

“He said he was sick with putting up with an Omega. He said he couldn’t deal with my heats- and the scenting- and,” your words dissolved as the sobs overtook you again. you clung to Draco’s chest like a lifeline and buried your face in his shirt. He didn’t mind the wet spots forming on his chest, he was too busy plotting murder. 

“It’s not your fault, you didn’t choose to be an Omega,” he whispered. “that's a shit reason to leave someone,” he added. Draco didn’t know how to comfort you but he hoped that he was doing some good. 

“Maybe now you can date an Alpha who wants an Omega like you,” he said ghosting his hand over your cheek. even though he had said “Alpha” you both knew what he meant. you could date him. 

things were complicated between you and Draco. He wasn’t mean to you anymore and there wasn’t anything from courting you properly. But you both kept your distance, always dancing around each other. 

His parents certainly would be upset if he mated a Hufflepuff, no He had to find a Slytherin Mate. But none of the Slytherin omegas could even compare. They were spoiled and wanted Alpha’s who lived to serve and that just wasn’t Draco. 

you were sweet, kind, generous. He craved your affection, your touch. when your hand grazed his passing out parchment his heart leaped and his cheeks would flush, it was pathetic really. Draco decided that he didn’t care what his parents thought, he was going to make you his Omega.

He started small. His Owl delivered small Bunches of daises, ribbons and other small gifts he thought you would enjoy. His pale cheeks became inflamed with color every time he saw you walking threw the halls with one of his ribbons in your hair. 

Draco almost fell off his broom when he saw you in Slytherin colors at a quidditch match. the gifts got slightly bigger. Candy, clothing, books. than you started giving him gifts back. baked goods and flowers. 

you were falling for the blonde Alpha. He was cute, sending you gifts and tripping over his words when you completed him. you hadn’t thought about your Ex in weeks, you were too busy thinking about Draco.

you were practically a couple at this point, still you wondered if it was too soon to ask him to scent something for you. his scent clung to some of the gifts but it faded quickly and it was maddening. 

you found Draco alone in the library hunched over a leather-bound book. “Draco?” you asked softly, but still making him jump. 

“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” you giggled sitting beside him at the work table. 

“you didn’t scare me,” he huffed “did you need to borrow the book or something?” he pouted. 

“I need you actually,” 

“It’s dangerous to say things like that, you’re like a field mouse tempting a rattlesnake,” he growled. you smirked and leaned in

“what are you going to do snake boy? bite me?” you said snarkily. 

“I’m not going to bite you-”

“that’s a shame-”

“you said you needed something?” he said changing the subject quickly. 

“Oh right- I was going to ask if you could do me a favor,” you pulled away and started digging in your bag. 

“Sure,” he said without even knowing what he agreed to. you smiled wide and pulled out a cannery yellow sweater. 

“Will you scent this for me? you don’t have to obviously but-” he cut you off by grabbing the sweater from you greedily. 

“of course I’ll scent it,” he said possessively. Draco undid a few buttons on his shirt revealing his sharp collar bones and scent gland. he was beautiful and graceful even when he was nuzzling his face in yarn. you dropped your gaze and tried not to stare. 

“what are you reading?” you asked looking at the open book.

“Forest Creatures and how to best them, I’m studying for the DADA test,” he explained into the sweater. 

“do you want help?”

“yes,”

[trixter-god]

I have made a terrible revelation about myself

[eggbagelsjr]

How To Plot Romance (in fanfic)

Today I realized I've been plotting my romance writing all wrong. Oops! Lucky for you, I think I figured out how to solve this problem. *Gestures to the camera* come along with me and let's figure out how to write romance plots together!

When I'm sketching out a story idea, I generally use some simplified version of Dan Harmon's story circle (ok so this link is not an endorsement of Dan Harmon as a person, but I have found this plotting device helpful), which is itself a simplified version of Joseph Campbell's The Hero's Journey. The double-simplified version looks something like this:

You (character in a zone of comfort)

Need (want something)

Go (venture outside the comfort zone)

Search/Adapt (adapt to the new situation)

Find (finally get what they wanted)

Take/Sacrifice (but sacrifice/pay a price)

Return (go back to the comfort zone)

Change (different than they were before)

The problem I keep running into is that I never know what goes where, especially as the number of characters and side plots increases. It's also a little hard for my brain to translate this tool that came out of adventure epics to what I need for a romance/rom-com plot. Usually I look at this list, get overwhelmed, and zoom way too far out, filling in these answers based on what I, the all-knowing author, think they should be. The end result looks a lot like (we're using Dramione as our example, but any characters will do):

You: Hermione Granger

Need: To find love.

Go: To a place where you can find love.

Search/Adapt: For/To love!

Find: LURVE

Take/Sacrifice: The love????? But sad now????

Return: With love!

Change: Loved 😍

And. Uh. That's not a plot?

Where I went wrong is that people in the story don't know they're in a story (unless they do, in which case you should probably sleep with one eye open because your characters know what you've done to them). Your characters are unreliable. They only see what's in front of them. By zooming all the way out to LURVE, I erased everything that's fun to read that gets us to our HEA (or, if you're devious, non-HEA).

So, it stands to reason you should fill out this story circle (story bulleted list?) from the perspective of your character, not you. (This is probably very basic science and congratulations if you got there way before me. You don't need this post. You should be writing this post.)

But even more important in a romance? That need, the thing your main character wants, is kind of a red herring. The character thinks this is their primary need/goal to get them out of whatever slump they start out in, but you, the author, know that what they actually need is to fall in love with the Love Interest.

Then, during the Search/Adapt phase, when your main character is looking for that thing they need or trying to achieve their primary goal or whatever, they start to learn more about the Love Interest. Their perspective shifts, and they realize they were wrong before. The Love Interest is what they actually need. This is probably where most of your story will happen. During this step, there's only one bed, the characters are fake dating, they get trapped in an elevator, etc.

Sadly, just when we think the main character has come to their senses, they are offered the exact thing they *thought* they needed the whole time. Bonus point if the thing they thought they wanted is in direct conflict with accepting the affections of the Love Interest.

During Take/Sacrifice, the main character has to choose. Are they going to pick love or the thing they thought they wanted at the beginning of the tale? In a multi-chap, you might let your character choose the original need/goal (or struggle for a while with the choice). In a one-shot, you might not have enough space for this and the character chooses love.

Next, in the Return, if it isn't the consequences of the character's own actions. A character who chose their need/goal over love during Take/Sacrifice needs to make amends to the Love Interest. The character who chose love has to deal with not getting the thing they needed at the beginning of the story. Depending on your fic's vibes, you might invent a magical solution for the character to get everything they want here. Alternately, maybe the character suffers and loses everything. This seems like a lot to cram into the end of your tale, and it is, so try not to drag it out too long. Your reader has gone on a long journey with your characters and they don't want to read fifteen chapters of sadness before the end (or maybe they do?). If they aren't already, the characters want to be together at this point, they might just need a little shove to get there.

In the final step, take a moment to show us how the character and their life have changed as a result of going on this journey. They are now in a new comfort zone / status quo and are ready for further adventures, should you so choose.

To clarify how these steps work for a romance plot, I changed the labels and made you a little graphic. Please ignore that I don't make graphics and a 12 year old on Canva could have done better.

The formula looks like this now:

You: Hermione Granger is in her comfort zone. Note: in fanfiction, you don't have to do as much character development with an established character who is behaving as expected. Use this time instead to highlight the limitations of their comfort zone. You can also use this space to set up their romantic foil, especially if that character is behaving in an unexpected way. For example, if Hermione is being very driven and high-achieving, the reader doesn't need a lot of context for her behavior; they already know this version of her from canon. But if her would-be paramour Draco Malfoy is acting kind and considerate, the reader is going to want more information since in canon his behavior is usually presented as rude/entitled/etc. Don't spoil the surprise of why he's different, just show us the ways he's not what we expect. (Reveal his secret in Step 4 - Learn).

Need: Hermione has The Wrong Goal (pass legislation, solve a mystery, avoid sleeping in the room with only one bed). This might be a very noble goal, but it's at odds with Hermione's true, secret, hidden goal of being in love with Draco Malfoy. Why? Because she doesn't know that being in love with Draco is where she's headed yet.

Go: To the place that Hermione's Wrong Goal requires. Pass legislation? Lobby all the Sacred 28s sitting on the Wizengamot! Solve a mystery? Go undercover to find out who did What in Which Room with What Object. Avoid sleeping in the hotel room with only one bed? Go to the concierge and ask for a new room. What's important is that wherever Hermione goes, she's forced to be near Draco Malfoy, the object of her true, secret, hidden, goal (to fall in LURVE).

Learn: This is where Hermione and Draco are forced to work together to solve the problem of the finding/achieving the Wrong Goal. Through this process, Hermione realizes Draco's exactly what she didn't know she was always looking for, etc. Unfortunately, her original goal is still at odds with being in LURVE with him. Cue tension. Example: They're at the concierge desk begging for a new room; he's offering all the money in his vaults, she's trying to appeal to the hotel staff's sense of human decency. She admires his tenacity. He realizes she's witty and a little bit underhanded. He likes this. She has a fleeting curiosity about how the tenacity would manifest in bed. Oh no.

Find: In this step, Hermione is confronted with an opportunity to obtain her original Wrong Goal. Example: Well what do you know? The bribe and the appeals worked. The concierge has found one other room in the hotel. Dramione are no longer forced to sleep in the room with only one bed.

Choose: Unfortunately, lurving Draco is still at odds with Hermione's original goal, so she must choose between him and what she originally thought she wanted. She might have a lot of introspection here, where she considers the merits of different choices. Maybe she even talks it out with him or someone else. If this is a one-shot with a happy ending, she has grown and developed sufficiently by now to make the right choice and choose Draco. She sacrifices the original goal for him. If this is a multi-chapter fic, she chooses the wrong original goal over him and loses him as a result. Example: They both go back to the room with only one bed. He's going to collect his things and go to the new room. They hesitate. Is it really necessary for him to move rooms? Draco has so many items, and some of her stuff is mixed in with his stuff. He looks at her with eyes full of newfound respect. "What do you think, Granger?" Hermione sacrifices her original goal, calls the concierge back, and lets them know that they won't be needing the new room after all, but "Please enjoy whatever ungodly massive tip Mr. Malfoy left you. I know I sure will."

Reap: Now it's time to reap the consequences of the choice Hermione made in Step 6. In a one-shot, maybe Hermione's all done. She heads back to her old comfort zone with her new relationship. Depending on the tone of this story, maybe there's some way that she gets to have her original goal and her relationship. However, in a multi-chapter fic, this is where Hermione has to do some work to make amends for choosing wrong (that is, for not choosing Draco). If it's a multi-chap with a happy ending, she succeeds, Draco forgives her, and they smooch. Example: They're back in the room. There it is - just the one bed. All those slightly naughty things they thought during Step 4? Oh yeah. They're going to try them all out. Fade to black, etc.

Change: Some final scene showing how things are different now that Hermione has what she really needed (the D). Example: They wake up the next morning way past check out and have to extend their stay. Bummer!

A fully worked example:

You: Hermione Granger is bored at her job at the Ministry of Magic. She unexpectedly bumps into her former archenemy, a now polite and reserved Potions Professor Draco Malfoy. She learns that Minerva McGonagall, the current Hogwarts Headmistress, is retiring.

Need: Hermione needs to prove to Minerva, Hermione's longtime mentor, that she's the right person to hire over the other candidate, who just happens to be polite and reserved Professor Malfoy, even though Hermione has never taught students a day in her life.

Go: To avoid her obvious bias, Minerva sets up a series of practical trials to determine which candidate will win the job. Hermione and Professor Malfoy enter the obstacle course.

Learn: When the practical trials start turning dangerous, Hermione and Professor Malfoy must work together to stay alive. Unfortunately, working side by side shows them they have more in common than they thought.

Find: Hermione is presented with an opportunity to sink Professor Malfoy's ship: she learns that he never finished his Potions Mastery. If she reveals this information to Minerva and betrays Draco in the process, the job of Head of Hogwarts will be hers, and the dangerous practical trials/threat to her life will be over. But what about the romantic "something" budding between Hermione and Draco? Well, that's just an acceptable loss. Hermione's career trajectory is on the line!

Choose: Is this a one-shot? Then Hermione chooses "right" at the last minute and decides to sacrifice the job for love and keeps the information to herself. Is this a multi-chapter fic? Then Hermione chooses "wrong" and decides to sacrifice love for the job. She tells Minerva. Draco is devastated.

Reap: If this is a one-shot, Hermione returns from the trials holding hands with her new boyfriend. While they were in the trials, Minerva figured out a way for them to both get the job somehow! If this is a multi-chapter fic, Hermione returns from the trials alone, with her brand new job and a hefty side of guilt. Realizing her error too late, she works to make amends to Draco.

Change: A year later, the Co-Heads of Hogwarts Hermione Granger-Malfoy and Draco Malfoy-Granger celebrate the one-year anniversary of the trials and their relationship by burning Minerva's horrible obstacle course to the ground.

I've written all this out in list format because, well, you saw the circle I made you, but the circle has the benefit of helping you visualize that where your character is in Step 8 (Change) becomes the new Step 1 (You, character in zone of comfort). If you are writing multiple scenes, you can apply this plot exercise to each scene, even if these little micro plots are very small (e.g., Hermione forgets her quill and has to ask Draco to borrow his). Hermione obviously won't have big revelations about how she doesn't really need a quill and is actually in love with Draco each and every scene, but you can still play around with your characters pursuing one goal only to realize their true aspirations mid-way through a scene using the story circle framework. Plotting this way will help you make sure everything you write leads to some sort of change in your character. And that's character development baybee!

When you're ready to level up your story circle skills, remember that in a romance you probably have at least one other main character whose needs you'll have to service. Your new job is make a story circle for the love interest! Note the ways that the two characters' needs/goals align and the ways that they are in opposition. When the characters' story circles are in opposition, you get tension, when they're in alignment, you get softness! Just make sure that whatever is keeping your blorbos apart is actually forcing them together. Meaning, if they have opposing Wrong Goals (Step 2 - Need), make sure that they still have to work together or be near each other somehow (Steps 3 & 4 - Go & Learn) to be able Find (Step 5) what they thought they were looking for. Also make sure that their true, secret, hidden goal is the same (at least for a happy ending fic): they want to end up in love with each other. The characters may come to this realization at different times, and that may guide whether they choose the Wrong Goal or Love during Choose (Step 6) and who has to make amends during Reap (Step 7).

Finally, if you're an alpha or beta reader, try making these circles/lists for the fics you're reading. It should clarify what's going on in each scene and help you identify what's missing from a story.

Happy writing!

[underburningstars]

A/B/O Drarry request draco finds out he is pregnant and plans to confront Harry about it

I'M BACK! *nervous laugh* Sorry for the delay anon

on ao3

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Pairing : Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Tags : A/B/O, Alpha!Harry, Omega!Draco, Pregnancy, Insecurities.

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"Congratulations, Mr. Malfoy. You're pregnant."

The words buzz around Draco's ears. He can't believe what she's saying.

"That's-that's not possible. I'm on my supressents. How can I get pregnant?" Draco was confused. He never missed his supressents and was always careful about them. So, why did this happen?

"Sometimes these supressents don't work." The Healer explained softly, "Especially, when you're near your heat or intercourse with an extremely compatable partner."

Extremely compatable, Draco thought scornfully.

Fuck.

-

Draco apparated home in a trance. As he stepped into his bedroom, he saw Pansy waiting for him on his bed.

"So, what did the Healer say? All okay, right?"

"Nothing is okay, Pansy. My whole existence is doomed." He plopped on the bed beside her, head falling on his hands.

"Uh...you look fine to me." Pansy shrugged.

"No no no," Draco lifted and shook his head frantically, "You don't understand. My life is ruined. Everything I've build is gone."

"Then make me understand you jackass." Pansy said, exasperatingly.

"Pansy, My dear friend," Draco put both his hands on Pansy's shoulders, "I'm pregnant."

Pansy blinks at him and then, "WHAT?!"

"I-I, it just happened okay! I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" Pansy stood up and started pasing around the room, "Oh Merlin, Draco how could you be so irresponsible? You've worked so hard to restore your reputation. Sorry sorry, I'm panicking. I should support you now. Okay, so do you know who the Alpha is?" she asked.

"No." He lied, "I don't know who the Alpha is."

"Stop lying to me, you bastard." Pansy hollered.

"I'm not lying!" he insisted, uselessly.

"Yes you are. You're left eye twitched." she pointed out, "You're lying."

Draco groaned, regretting his long friendship with her, "It's Potter." He mumbled.

"Speak louder Draco. I can't hear anything."

"Potter" he repeated, "It's Potter."

Pansy kept looking at him with a blank look in her face. Suddenly her eyes widened and she gasped, "Merlin's balls! You're serious."

"Of course I'm serious. Why would I lie about this?"

"You lied a minute ago." Pansy points out.

"That was then, this is now." He waves his hand in an act of dismissal, causing Pansy's eyes to twitch in annoyance. "New minute, new me."

"Fuck you. But I guess that's already done now, right. By Potter, of all people. What the fuck were you thinking?"

"That's the problem Pans." Draco says, laying down on the bed and whining, "I wasn't. We both weren't. We were both so drunk and I don't even remember what happened. Just that I woke up next to Potter in his shitty house naked and two weeks later I'm pregnant. I'm both literally and metaphorically fucked."

"So what are you gonna do now? You're gonna tell him?" she asks.

"Nope. No way that's happening." He disagrees instantly.

"What are you thinking of doing Draco?"

"I'll raise it alone." He announces.

"Alone." Pansy says, voice incredibly deadpanned.

"Yeah, how hard could it be?"

-

Turns out it was very, very hard.

Three months into pregnancy and Draco wanted to pull his hair out in frustration. The morning sickness and crazy mood swings were killing him. And he was killing Pansy, Blaise and Theo with his ridiculous cravings.

Working had become harder too. He was showing a bit but that could easily be hidden with his robes. No, the main issue was his swollen legs and sudden bouts of sickness.

The Healer says it's due to the absence of the Alpha. But Draco has done well for the past three months without Potter and he could do the rest too, mo matter what his friends said regarding this.

By the fourth month his health was rapidly worsening. He couldn't eat anything without throwing up, he had fainted twice in one week and had lost too much weight. He had to take leave from his job even though he didn't want to.

By this point, Pansy had enough of his shit.

"You're are writing to Potter right now." Pansy was seething in front of him.

"No I'm not." He refused on e more.

"Why not Draco? I'm so sick of your stupid stubbornness." she yelled.

"I-I can't okay?! What good would come telling him? Do you think he'd be happy? That he is going to have a kid with a Death Eater. No, he'll reject both me and the kid."

Pansy softened at that, sitting beside him on the bed. "Of he doesn't want you or the kid - which is dumb but Gryffindors aren't really popular for their smarts - then we'll think of something else. But right now you're too sick and not telling him wouldn't only endanger you but also the child. Write to him Draco."

Draco knows she's right. But the thought of rejection still scares him. At last he accepts defeat and owls Potter a simple letter.

Potter,

We need to talk.

It's an emergency.

Come to my place at 10:00 am tomorrow.

DLM

Draco couldn't sleep a wink that night. The anxiousness of talking to Potter about this was making him restless.

He never received a reply from Potter. So, in the morning he was silently hoping that The Boy Who Got Him Pregnant would just avoid the letter.

But he wouldn't be Harry Potter if he didn't make his life miserable, would he?

Draco almost jumped out of his skin when he heard someone knock the door. Pansy gave him a weird look and went to open the door.

Soon Potter was striding inside the living room. Just as the rude wanker he was he didn't even greet Draco as he came in. Only stared at Draco's extremely visible bump without a hint of subtlety.

Outside he could hide his bump with robes and Glamours but at home he didn't bother with any of that.

When none of them said anything Pansy rolled her eyes and have them both pointed looks. "I'm going inside my room. You two have a lot to talk about." the she addressed Draco, "Call me if you need anything."

After Pansy leaves, a pregnant silence settles between them (pun not intended). Draco fiddles with the sleeves of his jumper and Potter shuffles uncomfortably.

"Um...so con-congractulations?" in the end Potter breaks the silence.

"Thank you." Draco gupls, trying to gain courage for saying the next worda but Potter talks again.

"So, uh-who's the Alpha?" Potter asks.

"Don't pretent to be stupid Potter. I know you're smart enough to connect the dots." in any other circumstances Draco would give love potion to Umbridge rather than complement Potter but right now he really didn't have the patience for such nonsensical pretense.

"Shit." Potter remarked.

"Exactly." Draco agreed.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Potter asked. "It's clearly not new. Why are just saying it now?"

"My health is declining. The Healer says it's due to the absence of the Alpha. So, I decided to own you." Draco explained.

"So-so what? You weren't ever going to tell me otherwise?" when Draco didn't answer Potter let out a harsh laugh, "Are you mental?! How could you not think of telling me? It's my child!"

"With a Death Eater!" he yelled, "It's your child, sure. But it's your child with a Death Eater and the boy who bullied you and your friends all through school. There is no reason for you to want this child. And we're drunk when it happened. I didn't even know if you remembered anything." He rambled.

"Malfoy." Potter's voice was much softer now, "Weren't drunk. We're tipsy at best. When I asked you if you were sure about this you said yes. So making up dumb excuses in your head."

Draco opened his mouth to protest but Potter didn't stop talking, "And cut the crap with the Death Eater talk. You go out for drinks with Ron and 'Mione.

You're friendly with most of our peers. The only one you ever avoid is me. Even that morning you ran away. Then didn't bother to tell me about the pregnancy. Why? And answer truthfully."

"It's difficult." Draco sighed. "Interacting with you is difficult. With the others things slowly settled down. I asked for forgiveness and eventually most of them forgave me.

But our animosity in school was much more intense than my bigotry towards Weasley or Granger." Draco stopped for a while, carefully contemplating his words." I-we're different Potter. Our behavior wasn't normal. Kids don't do that.

And I-I didn't even apologize properly to you. Or thank you for-for helping me during my and mother's trial. I wanted to. Apologize and show my gratitude but I had no idea how to talk to you. And then so much time passed that avoiding you became easier.

Then this happened." He pointed at his bump with his hand, "And I didn't want to hear you reject the child because you had it with a Death Eater.

I was scared of your reaction and hiding was much more easier. But I guess you knowing was inevitable in the end." He shrugged trying to appear nonchalant but the tension on his body gave him away.

Potter didn't say anything for a while. Then he sat down on the love seat beside the armchair, "I was going to ask to to dinner."

Draco was surprised to hear that and clinked at the the man.

"Don't look so shocked. I was. But I woke up and you were gone. Then you relentlessly avoided me in the Ministry. So I thought you didn't want to anything with me. And then you send me a stupid letter with no information whatsoever and I find out that you're pregnant. With my child. Wow." Potter chuckled.

"Well nothing is ever simple with us, is it?" Draco let a little smile creep into his face.

"No, I guess it's not."

"Is the" He clears his throat, "offer for lunch still there?"

"Oh!" Potter immediately perks up, "Yes! It's-it's there of course. Tomorrow?"

"I have an appointment with the Healer tomorrow morning." He smiles at Potter apologically.

"Maybe-maybe we could go together. I can also learn stuff, y'know." Potter bites his loos looking all kinds of unsure.

"S-sure." Potter immediately relaxes. "You can pick me up at 10:30. And then lunch?"

"Then lunch."

They both smile at each other. The future was looking quite different from the one Draco imagined. Maybe he should listen to Pansy more.

[babooshkart]

the call of sweet things (december 10)

Draco's happy with his quiet, lonely life in Woolbury, spending his days working at Pen Pals and keeping his already tidy flat spotless. But when Harry Potter shows up with pink hair and secrets about his magic, Draco’s carefully upheld balance falls apart. He doesn’t quite know how he ends up decorating Harry's cottage, drinking unreasonable amounts of cocoa, and laughing more than he’s laughed in years, but it's Christmas, after all– and he finally has a chance to set things right.

read the call of sweet things by @softlystarstruck​ on Ao3

(see all works for my 25 Days of Harry and Draco on tumblr here and Ao3 here! ❤️)

[thegrangerarchives]

The Program by @comfortablesilences110

Alphas and Omegas depend on each other for relief from their designation. The longer that they deny their bodies' needs the worse the symptoms become. An Omega's heats will only get worse and more frequent, while an Alpha loses his control completely and is launched into a rut which affects not only his body but his mind.

The Ministry launches a program to help deal with the Alpha/Omega problem in the Wizarding World. They offer the chance for relief without admitting to your designation. A matching system where an Omega can use an Alpha to see her through her heat and an Alpha can use an Omega to keep his sanity. The best part is it is completely anonymous, the matches are decided based on mutual attraction to each other's pheromones, and a potion prohibits the brain from recognizing your partner.

Hermione Granger has never been with an Alpha, her heats are becoming unbearable. Draco Malfoy begins to lose control of his body in his fight against his own designation. Ultimately they surrender to the program, knowing they have to face the inevitable lest they lose their own or take someone else's right to consent.

Rated: E; Chapters: 14; Words: 61521

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[daddiesdrarryy]

I love you, I love you(r k)not - Drarry

Summary: When Draco unexpectedly shows up at Harry’s doorstep, injured and in his pre-heat, Harry finds no reason not to help him. It wouldn’t mean anything to him after all. Or so he believes.

(Prequel to Half Of Me - Part 2 of omegaverse series)

Word count: 61762

Chapter: 15/15

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics; Omega Verse; Alpha Harry Potter; Omega Draco Malfoy; Post-War; Auror Harry Potter; Healer Draco Malfoy; Possessive Harry Potter; Protective Harry Potter; Explicit Sexual Content; Soul Bond; True Mates; Mating Cycles/In Heat; Scenting; Mating Bond; Possessive Harry Potter; Courtship; (other explicit tags)

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[thusatlas]

Sketchbook

Title 1 - Pawprints

A collection of scenes and one-shots based on characters from HP

AKA - plot bunnies that don't have the patience to wait until I have time to write them and had to be written in something now

On Ao3 Here

[joonkorre]

aight here we go

@drarrymicrofic prompt: alpha

it’s been a hot minute since i’ve uploaded any original drarry work lmao. AO3

tw // blood, gore

“This wasn’t in the handbook.”

“There was no handbook,” Pansy says. “It just is.”

“What just is?”

“The thing,” she says again. “The thing that wasn’t in the handbook. It’s just how it is.”

“Well,” Draco says. “Alright, fuck.”

“Y’know, one would think it’s adulthood and not vampirism that dulls you both,” Blaise slathers pâté on his tongue like an animal. “You were way more fun back in Hogwarts.”

“We were way more fun before you dragged us into this shit,” Draco would throw the water from his goblet at Blaise to further emphasize his annoyance like those Asian dramas Pansy watches to “reconnect with her roots,” but the water is in fact blood and Blaise would be overjoyed. “A cult, really?”

“You were dedicated, though.”

“Yeah,” Pansy grabs the same knife Blaise used and cuts her very rare steak (so rare, Draco’s tempted to simply call it beef), and Draco wonders when it was that he stopped caring about being disgusted at the act, “you truly believed in it. We all did.”

“I was brainwashed.”

“Into unlocking your hidden vampire powers?”

“Jesus Christ,” Draco quite likes Muggle sayings just as much as he likes their blood. “Don’t say it like that.”

“How else am I supposed to say it, that you were dedicated to the point where you ended up actually cultivating enough power to become the Alpha?” Pansy stabs the cubes of beef with Blaise’s knife and tosses them into her mouth. “Gaining so much respect that our Alpha at the time planned your coronation herself?”

“The menu, too. Everybody loved the roasted garlic chicken,” Blaise says.

“Numbed our throats as good as Sichuan pepper. The adrenaline rush was inconceivable, Alfred didn’t climb off the chandelier for two days.”

“What wasn’t in the handbook, again?” Blaise smacks his lips. “My apologies, I was lost in the memories of your coronation banquet in order to cope with this shoddy meal.”

“I gut a cow for this shoddy meal,” Draco says. “In the middle of a field, naked as a newborn, because it’s like being in an oven out there. That’s never happened before.”

“And that’s why he was grieving over the nonexistence of a proper ‘Being the Youngest Alpha in History: A Guide’ handbook before you Apparated over,” Pansy reaches across the table to pat Draco’s hand.

“There’s no reason why there shouldn’t be one, even convenience stores have handbooks for new employees. Siya told me,” Draco says.

Blaise glances at him. “The same Siya who’s the runaway heiress? She thinks it’s below her station to eat fish and chips, what does she know about convenience stores?”

“What do you know about convenience stores?” Draco says. 

“She’s a smart girl, she knows,” Pansy plucks a petal off of a rotted rose and swallows it whole.

“You only say that because you think she’s still hot despite the infidelity.”

Whenever Blaise reminds Pansy that Siya has cheated on her with three people at the same time, she pretends like she thinks that isn’t hot as well and Merlin, does it get old. Thus, Draco makes the executive decision to remove himself from the table. Shutting the door to the ballroom behind him, he then Apparates to a field. The same field he gutted a cow in. The carcass is still there.

Along with the heat.

“Merlin,” Draco mutters, the pungent smell of decay skewering his nose. “Just smite me on the spot, fuck.”

The thing about rotten meat is that once one has smelled it, one won’t ever forget it. Steaming in the blinding sun, a sickly, putrid sweetness overshadows copper and rust. Fat, black flies dot the bones and strings of meat, exploding in waves when Draco steps closer only to gather once again. They buzz like it’s their last day, like they’re born to drill nails into Draco’s skull. If it’s not for the heat, the sound and smell (and sight, too, what a mess) alone are enough to grill him alive.

And that’s the thing: the heat. Madam Torres was notoriously unhelpful even when she was the Alpha and Draco is a fool to think that she’s any less unhelpful now.

“Ma’am, I’m sure I’m not the Alpha,” Draco’s said the last time he met Madam Torres before she fucked off to some obscure mountain in the North. “I don’t feel any different than before.”

“Oh, child, you’ll feel different soon enough,” Madam Torres’s said, swinging her legs as she lounges on a chair double her size. When Blaise first brought Pansy to her, he knew to slap a hand over her mouth before she could ask whose child this was.

“When is ‘soon enough,’ ma’am?”

“Have you felt hot yet?” Madam Torres’s tongue has poked at her overgrown canines, which looked quite strange on either side of her bunny teeth.

“No, ma’am.”

“Soon enough,” Madam Torres’s nodded, then sent Draco sliding out of her office.

He certainly feels hot now.

Revolution and natural selection have given vampires the ability to not die every time they go within a five meter radius of a fire. Other than garlic, crosses have become something akin to a cheap thrill due to the ancestors pushing their limit of tolerance, one suicidal vampire at a time. These days, when one asks a normal person if they know who’s the vampire in the room, they’re not pointing to the hipster sporting a healthy tan and munching on garlic bread. Widespread propaganda does have its perks.

Due to the fact that vampires are harder to kill than cockroaches, there’s more time for the community to accumulate wealth and permeate all fronts of typical human society. Thus, non-vampires tend to turn a blind eye to mysterious depletions of blood bags and increases in red meat consumption in favor of hefty funds and donations. Throw on Glamour charms, copy the fictional off-brand vampire clan and move places every so often, and even vampires will forget that they’re not humans.

When one is chosen by the fates to be the Alpha of a vampire cult (“coven” is so New Age), however, they seem to revert back to the primate equivalence of homo sapiens. Exhibit A: Draco Malfoy, dying from the heat, which isn’t even that hot in the first place. Sautéing garlic feels like inhaling Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes’s fireworks and stepping into a cathedral becomes an extreme sport. Yes, indeed, Draco Malfoy is having great fun cleaning up a cow he murdered in cold blood in the middle of Beelzebub’s ballsack just to feed his friends, who have the most particular tastes in beef he has ever seen.

Regardless, it’s a worthy price to pay for all the powers and privileges one gains from being an Alpha. Draco simply needs some time to, ah, not want to stake his own heart every time he steps outside.

He pulls out his wand from the thigh holster. Pulling off the frills around his sleeves, Draco pauses, then tears his whole shirt off. The buttons keep slipping from his sweaty palms and if he continues trying to work at them, then he’d be fried before he gets to the third one. He rubs the torn shirt across his lobster-red chest in half-hearted swipes before pressing the damp fabric against his nose.

When the only crimson left behind is the stained grass and soil beneath the carcass, Draco’s fingers lengthen into talons. Barely plucking up the uneaten flesh left behind, his gaze snaps up. Something new has leaked into the air. Mint. Aftershave. Some goddamn delicious blood streaming through pulsing veins.

Magic.

Draco swivels around. The old man stands next to a bush, armed with nothing but a shovel and a straw hat. His wrinkled stare is too calm for the sight he’s seeing. Draco narrows his eyes.

Lightning. Around the man, pure energy crackles and burns. When Draco notices the familiar haziness clouding the old man’s face, he straightens. He rolls his neck, rumpling his shirt into a ball and shooting one last spell at the mess before him. The organs disappear and leave only skin and bones to work with. He’ll deal with the bones later.

Draco raises his gaze. The man doesn’t seem any more perturbed than before; in fact, his posture is slack as he leans his hand on the shovel, which he’s dug into a crack in the ground.

As if knowing that Draco is waiting for him to speak, the old man huffs out a breath.

“What are you doing?” His croaky voice matches his appearance perfectly.

“I don’t think it’s any of your business,” The old man raises his brows. Draco’s eyes slide shut so he can roll them without seeming impolite. “Sir.”

“You’re on my land. You killed my cow. It’d be a cold day in Hell when it’s not any of my business.”

“Oh.”

The old man squints at Draco, then blinks like there’s dirt in his eyes.

“You surprised?”

“I, well,” Draco looks around the area. Hilltops, thin trees, dried-out shrubs, the unforgiving sun, and absolutely no sign of civilization in sight. “I simply saw this cow on an empty field. I didn’t see a house for miles, so… Hm, I thought it’s a wild cow. My sincere apologies.”

“You’ve never seen a cow in your life,” the old man says.

“What—fucking pardon,” Draco says. “I absolutely have. I saw this cow, then I killed it.”

“What kind of wild cow is this small? Jesus, you’ve never seen a goddamn cow in your life.”

“Well, fuck,” Draco flicks his wand. “My sincerest apologies. Is there anything else?”

The old man mutters something that makes his mustache twitch. He clears his throat. “Maybe tell me why you have to kill my cow, on my land, specifically?”

“I don’t know,” Draco says. “Perhaps I have a personal vendetta against you and have a thirst to destroy everything you love, or perhaps I only wanted to kill a cow and this thing was the first one I saw. Funnily enough, it’s the latter.”

He abandons the carcass, wiping sweat from his chest again with the shirt before tossing it aside. His steps drudge like the harsh sunlight is a tangible weight on his feet, vision still littered with black dots and bleached white, talons curving in. Draco knows he looks a tad feral, but oddly enough, he doesn’t care. Oncoming signs of a fainting spell, perhaps, and if so, he’s blameless.

The old man doesn’t move. Under the brim of his hat, however, his squinted eyes sweep up and down Draco’s figure like he’s eyeing a plot of land. 

“I say, you’re awfully calm for someone who had to see my earlier display,” Draco stops at a distance where the shovel wouldn’t reach if the old man manages to swing it at him with those liver-spotted arms. But he has a feeling the old man has full ability to do. “Must’ve witnessed a lot in your life, living for this long.”

“Eh, guess so,” the old man says, shrugging. His eyes remain on Draco. “You’d know.”

Draco snorts. “Observant. So we’re both aware of the situation we’re in. Shouldn’t you, maybe, throw up a Shield charm and run back to your family?” his head tilts. “It won’t be all that difficult for you to join that beloved pet of yours.”

The old man swats a fly away, making no move to pull out the wand Draco knows he has.

“I got no family waiting,” he says. The far-off look that usually accompanies this sort of confession doesn’t appear. Instead, the old man speaks as if he’s discussing an unmemorable car crash on the news. “Left me all alone with this farm. Are you gonna compensate for my dead cow or not?”

It’d be quick. So quick, the old man wouldn’t even realize Draco’s hand is around his throat until his neck twists. There’s no one to remember him. Even with acres of land, he’s a puny little human whose death wouldn’t make a dent in the ecosystem. The opportunity is there, and Draco can take it if he wants. But he doesn’t.

Instead, he Conjures himself an umbrella and Vanishes what remains of the cow. He'd give himself a shirt too if his skin isn't so sensitive at the moment, and for now, he disregards all thoughts of how he looks too mental to deserve his title of the Alpha, the apex predator. The old man and the parched isolation of this endless farm don't give a damn.

"Lead the way, stranger," Draco takes a step forward, already feeling better under the shade. The old man turns, lugging his body in the direction he came from, shovel over a shoulder. "You'll have to get rid of that Disillusionment charm though. I'd rather have peace talks with the actual person, ugly or not."

The old man sighs, annoyed. And when those heavy shoulders straighten and that curved back lengthens, capable muscles filling up the stained flannel and steps turning into strides, Draco takes a deep breath. Just once more.

Ah. Draco can recognize this scent anywhere.

His scent.

[thusspoketrish]

Change.

This was written for the prompt Alpha for @drarrymicrofic. 690 words. TW: Dark!Harry. Sabotage. Jealousy. Issues of consent (not sexual) and abuse within a relationship. Angst. Thank you to the incredibly talented @the-sinking-ship for the thorough beta and suggestions. It was truly an honour xx

Their mattress caught on fire.

Harry watched as it went up in flames—all three years of slick surrenders decorated down pale thighs, consoling caresses for haunted screams, sweat-soaked and feverish from nightmares—simply burn away.

Harry tried to hold those years together for too long, bewildered by the strain time had on the best of his intentions. No matter his clinging efforts, he was arrested by the painful stretch of change, which was bountiful to the point that it was irrational and unwanted.

Draco flourished under the shower of it, welcomed it with open arms, ravenous after so much mundanity and pain, ravished by the splendour of an illicit beauty, change.

Harry couldn't understand. He didn’t want to understand why loving Draco suddenly felt like a trap—an exercise in wanting and waiting with no promise of relief—this was change Harry couldn’t stomach. He felt useless, like an afterthought, after three years at the centre of Draco’s desperation, of his needs and wants. Harry hated the way the sunshine now caught in Draco’s lustrous hair, illuminating him like some Godly entity, hated the way pride adorned Draco's sharp consonants, how between the gaps of Draco's mistrust and anger for their world, he filled them with hope and joy, hatched from his despair. Harry no longer knew the man that writhed underneath him, with his chocolate-smeared kisses drenched in honeyed vows for even sweeter days. They tasted bitter in Harry’s mouth. Harry had to bankrupt Draco, disrupt him, remind him that he needs Harry forever. There was no way Draco could survive without him because Harry refused to entertain such a vicious thought. He would remain the brightest star in Draco’s orbit. The first, and most certainly, the only.

Harry missed Draco, missed the man he used to be. So beautifully broken, with so many tiny pieces Harry loved to pick up, turn over in his hands, and carefully slot back into place. He hadn’t meant to put Draco together so quickly, rendering himself irrelevant in the process. He hadn’t meant for Draco to want to fly free, unburdened by his past and gasping for new experiences.

Harry watched the fire eat away at their mattress a few moments longer, wary of the black curls of smoke that thickened overhead. He placed his wand back into his holster and squatted down to lift Draco’s unconscious form into his arms, his lips pressed to Draco’s wet, clammy temple where the gash from an old Beater’s bat seeped into Draco’s white linen pyjama collar. One swing had been enough to knock him unconscious.

Harry will tell the Healers Draco must've fallen asleep with a cigarette in hand, even though Harry knows he quit almost a year ago, at the first signs that the frost began to thaw inside of him. From the heart, Draco liked to say when discussing his change.

No one will question why they have to start over, not after their little home burned down, not with the injury Draco sustained, who, upon waking, was seized by smoke inhalation and passed out. Harry will cry and his hands will shake as he tells the Healers how he found Draco unresponsive on the floor of their bedroom after coming home late from work. How Draco must’ve hit his head on the corner of their nightstand in the midst of his panic and fear, something he struggled with even on his best days. The Healers will blame the memory loss on the fall and maybe even a lingering trauma from the fire, never finding the traces of the Obliviate-like spell Harry found in Grimmauld Place’s abandoned library.

No one will question Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived.

And neither will Draco. Not anymore.

Not when Draco’s so beautifully broken, full of mistrust and anger for their world. Not when he’s ready to depend on Harry, in desperate need for him to fill his days with caresses after haunted screams, feverish nightmares. Not when he needs Harry to make love to him, slick with the surrender of his desire, willing and ready for Harry to protect him from the looming stress of time, of change.

[nadiapolyakova]

Draco Malfoy. All You Want. "You’re mine. You're mine now. Every inch of you. No one else wiill ever touch you. You're mine." @senlinyu   @littlemoth15 @lainie2230

[tasteoftheforbidden]

Something in the Water

Chapter 5: The Meaning of Consent

The words that slipped so easily out of her mouth left her absolutely mortified.

She knew she didn’t want him. She knew she would never consider him in any way sexual– Liar, the Omega's voice rang softly in her ear, making her shake her head. 

The bloody bitch needed to��fuck off! 

She knew that everything she was feeling at the moment was a consequence of what she had become. None of it was of her own free will. But then, why did giving in feel so damn– She shook her head again, resisting the urge to slam her temple against the table to silence the voice that was gradually echoing louder and louder in her mind. 

This was all part of the design – a make-up she’s been fighting off for years. She’s already made it this far. There was no way she was going to fail now, and definitely not because of someone like Draco sodding Malfoy.

[cluelesspigeons]

Written for the prompts ‘Alpha’ & ‘Paper’ from @drarrymicrofic

Word count: 612

Drarry microfic: Donatella

The park was crowded.

With the crickets singing their summer song and no clouds decorating the blue sky, every dog owner apparently decided it was the best time to spend the afternoon in the dog park.

After being stuck behind his desk all day, staring at his laptop and wishing his paper would write itself, Draco had needed a breath of fresh air.

And what better way to do it then to go for a walk with his adorable white Pomeranian, right?

Right.

The one time Draco decided to walk a little further than a few streets from his apartment and go to the dog park, had to be when almost everyone was packed underneath the trees, trying to find some relief under the cool roof of leaves as their dogs ran around, playing in the small pond.

Donatella gave an excited little bark in his arms, her fluffy body squirming to be set free.

“Stop moving, you little worm”, Draco mumbled, placing his satchel down on an empty bench.

Donatella, however, did not stop moving. So Draco put her down, taking her leash in his hand so she could explore the area around the bench.

He didn’t trust the other dogs enough to let her run free. She might be a small, yappy thing but those big dogs running around could easily overpower her.

Taking a deep breath, Draco sat down on the bench and took out his laptop to resume writing his paper.

The words flowed from his mind, his fingers floating over the keys of his keyboard. Every now and again, his eyes would flicker to one of the textbooks he had brought with, scanning for anything useful.

He was so submerged in writing his paper, he almost missed someone yelling “Alpha, no!” followed by a familiar, high-pitched yelp.

Draco’s head snapped up, his eyes widening as he saw Donatella running towards him, tufts of grass sticking to her white fur. She pressed herself against Draco’s legs, whining softly.

“I’m so sorry about that”, someone said from Draco’s left, “he’s normally not that… enthusiastic towards other dogs.”

Putting his laptop aside and picking Donatella in his arms, Draco turned to look at the person standing next to him, eyeing the still happily panting husky next to them with a look of disdain. “Your dog almost killed mine!”

The other man raised a dark eyebrow, his green eyes glinting in the warm sunlight. “He didn’t. He just… pushed her over.”

“He almost killed her!”

“He really didn’t.”

Draco huffed, annoyed, as his fingers combed through Donatella’s fur, removing the blades of grass from it.

“Alright then.” The other man sighed, though Draco swore he saw amusement pass over his face. “How about we go grab a drink to make up for my dog almost killing yours?”

“I…” Draco felt his cheeks turning red, the warmth spreading all the way down his neck. He blamed it on the sun. “Yeah, sure. Why not?”

A smile, one that easily matched the enthusiasm of the panting husky, spread across the man’s face. “Great!” he said. “My name’s Harry, by the way and this—” he gestured to the husky “—is Alpha.” He extended a hand for Draco to take.

“Draco”, Draco said, accepting the offered hand.

“Draco”, Harry mumbled under his breath. Draco’s cheeks warmed even more. “I bet Alpha and…?”

“Donatella.”

“Donatella are going to be great friends.” As he said that, Harry reached out to pet Donatella but quickly pulled his hand back when she snapped at his finger.

A snort escaped Draco’s mouth, one that quickly changed into full peels of laughter. “Oh, they'll definitely be good friends, alright.”

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Prompt from 27th of August

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[misskinaiya]

Clothes Off Now, Introductions Later - Draco x Reader

A/B/O fic! Tags: Light Dominance, Alpha Draco Malfoy, Female Omega Reader, Knotting, Scenting, Post-Hogwarts, Porn with Plot

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Everyone thought you would present as an Alpha. Until you didn’t. Now you were in a predicament you thought you’d never have to worry about: you needed an Alpha to take care of your heat.

Word Count: 8,745 words (2/6)

Read on AO3. There’s an excerpt below this line for a tease:

Excerpt:

You were down to the last few slices of fruit when his hand came up to brush against your breast. The fork you held slipped out of your grasp. You sat in attention, breathing becoming shallow as he fondled you and you felt him drop a kiss against your shoulder.

“Why’d you stop?”

“What are you doing—” You moved to turn to him but his hands came to your waist to keep you facing forward.

“Eat.” How very rude of him to demand so as his fingers rubbed against your nipple.

A frustrated sound came out of you as you felt heat travel from your feet up to the crown of your head. “I can’t,” you complained. Not when he was touching you like that. Not when you needed something more important than food. A shiver ran down your spine as the fire flared again and you spread your thighs to push your hips down against his. You heard him growl against your neck, fingers digging into your hips as you humped his thigh like a bitch out of control. “Alpha—Alpha, please.”

The heat shouldn’t have come back so soon but the thought was soon wiped out of your mind when he pushed you up to stand and the high pitched screeching of the chair against tiles filled the room. Before you could even work your brain, he was dragging you back into the bedroom, pulling you down on the bed and yanking your knickers off. Never mind the dress you were wearing. He kicked off his pants and joined you in the bed, effectively shutting down your mind as he sealed your lips with a demanding kiss.

He wasn’t patient this time. He bunched up your dress and pulled you closer, inserting two fingers to make sure you were wet and ready for him before aligning himself with you. He immediately bottomed out, not waiting before moving his hips in rapid thrusts. You grabbed onto a pillow and pulled it over your face, biting down to muffle your screams as he took you at an unrelenting pace.

He took the pillow away and tossed it aside, “Don’t hide your face. I want to see you moan for me.”

You wanted to cry. It felt like you were floating. Like you were disconnected from your body. You couldn’t feel the fabric of your dress nor the mattress beneath you. Only him. Only pleasure. Only the slide of his cock against your walls. He stretched you so well. You wanted more—you needed his knot. Your entire world shook as he moved against you. You felt hot all over and the only thing you could focus on was the silver of his eyes waning as his pupil dilated. They were bright with something you couldn’t name. And you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you drowned in pleasure.

You were deaf to the world as the sheets got torn. You didn’t even realize you were grabbing onto the mattress directly and you made even less sense of the world when Draco’s lips twitched upwards, zeroing in on his mouth as he lowered himself to kiss you again. You shamelessly moaned against his mouth, feeling his knot swell once more. You knew you were near. You couldn’t hold on for longer. Not when his knot filled you like that.

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[chanelsebbie]

🌸 = 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

🌙 = 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

🐛 = 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭/𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋:

Spiderman/Peter Parker:

𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗗𝗼 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗛𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗠𝗲?🐛🌸

↳ In which Peter just wants to know why you hate him

Ironman/Tony Stark:

Captain America/Steve Rogers:

𝗩𝗶𝗰𝗲 🌙🐛

↳ After being caught committing lustful acts, y/n is brought to the bishop for reconcile. 

Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff:

Thor Odinson:

Scarlett Witch/Wanda Maximoff:

Loki Laufeyson:

Winter Soldier/ Bucky Barnes:

𝗧𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗘𝗻𝗱 𝗢𝗳 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗲 🐛🌸

↳In which you and Bucky go on a mission together to hopefully put a dent in H.Y.D.R.A., but things don’t go as planned. 

𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒:

Tom Holland:

Timothée Chalamet:

𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗔𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗬𝗼𝘂 🌸 

↳In which Timothée tells you how much he loves you

Chris Evans:

Sebastian Stan:

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑:

Harry Potter:

Draco Malfoy:

Cedric Diggory:

Young Tom Riddle:

Ron Weasley:

George Weasley:

Fred Weasley:

𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐒:

Jennifer Check (Jennifer’s Body):

𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒:

jealousy w/Draco Malfoy 🐛🌙 

wanting you back w/Timothée Chalamet 🐛 🌸

in heat w/Chris Evans 🌙🌸

envy w/Sebastian Stan & co.  🌸

poly w/Megan Fox and Machine Gun Kelly 🌸🌙

being needy w/Tom Holland 🌙

one or the other w/Arvin Russel & Peter Parker 🌸🐛